Bearded I Will Be.

It's winter.

I've decided it.

My feet are cold and I can hear the wind howling past the front windows and yesterday I caught tiny hail stones on my tongue on the walk back from the bank, bundled up like Randy from "A Christmas Story".

It's winter.

And the nice reprieve of moderately warm weather that we enjoyed for the OBama rally on Tuesday was the last breath of Fall, before she gives over to Winter, altogether, the whore. Two weeks of Fall, already gone.

And in recognition of this fact and because it's going to be cold again and because my body marks the changing of the seasons, I've decided that it's time to grow out my beard again. I shaved for the last time on Thursday of last week. Sure, I'll tend the neckline and trim the cheeks and keep it from getting unruly, but bearded I will be.

In a month or less, I will look like this...



And I will feel better for it, because "Beards Are For The Fall."

Cheers,
Mr.B